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"It is for me to ask you that," he shrieked, "you thieves! Spies and thieves! I have caught you, have l? You are in my power. I'll serve you!" He turned and clattered down the stairs as hard as he could go.
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"He's gone for the dog!" cried Miss Hunter.
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"I have my revolver," said I.
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"Better close the front door," cried Holmes, and we all rushed down the stairs together. We had hardly reached the hall when we heard the baying of a hound, and then a scream of agony, with a horrible worrying sound which it was dreadful to listen to. An elderly man with a red face and shaking limbs came staggering out at a side door.
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"My God!" he cried. "Someone has loosed the dog. It's not been fed for two days. Quick, quick, or it'll be too late!"
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Holmes and I rushed out and round the angle of the house, with Toller hurrying behind us.
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